Vincent KATZ

 

 

 

 

A Man In Uniform                                

 

 

You mean a thousand years ago
they had the avant-garde?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Columbus Day

 

 

from afar, fitted
solitary in a field
lie down a bed of
leaves, colored dots
hair, crackling
yellow into green
a dead ochre against
the sky, fully alive
friendly grey of
autumn, field opens
through hanging
branches, Porteresque
green a personal
slope backed by
earth-patterned
trees, grey mountain
behind, blue pokes
through clouds
trees reach a
certain height

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frankfurt

 

 

lip service television
musical days and hours
day darkens early
by the Main trees
barks silent shuttle
hovers light on frozen
ponds fields dusted white
a blaring open sun
blends fields background
paintings already
saw all you’re seeing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jim Dine

 

 

This night is surreal, or is there a better word?
Don’t show this to your wife, at least not yet.
I know you know how it goes: poetry
Or war or something else taken for granted
By us, which doesn’t make it less significant.
Walking in night past Basta Pasta, low lit,
Why is it you take certain routes, or
How is it routes you happen to take provide
Chance gold: down short 4^th Avenue
Rare showcase “JIM DINE” bathrobe
Ax, to Great Hall talk of Happiness
In economic welfare, Benthem etc.
Lively dinner includes talker Krugman.
The bathrobe so personal, says Ronay,
Past City and Country promise, form of
Woman, worship you could understand
In devotion, beyond intellect, child’s state,
Fallen to knees in front of one, or all. 
Oli call from Brasil, on tube Krugman.
Bush will kill country, but can’t, really:
Whatever was good in it moves, things
We don’t understand or love too well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lothian

 

 

a great rush
to confront solidity
events planned
co-exist in space
drawings' grace
a way of breathing
properly, not too
furiously injected
to others' arguments

but landscape's
imagining unreal
presence behind
tension, desire
eventually, if noticed
paths through epochal
hills, sheep where
soul cries out
as elsewhere
stones of
cathedrals
universities on
rocky coasts subside
long histories
do not face
echoes in geometric
window glass

then return
to cities
of races
mixed places one
moves to interpret
change in weather                          
rhythm a constant
hum of living
one knows
tempo of, is
never short

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moment                             

 

 

The style is sex
Touch football games with my friends
Suddenly I’m happy
That is who I was and am 

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You see a woman get into a taxi
New York is still open, still 

Unscripted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over Cleveland

 

Look at those mountains
Things come out wrong 

Broad, untroubled land
Below itself spread

Far as eye can see
Flat peace given 

By lights, deep band
Orange thick sunset

All that order, calm
At a price arranged

 

 

 

 

 

 

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